There's an elephant in the room And it feels like me Like the tide with the moon My souls cannot be free And if I was the sculptor, I'd sculpt you out of clay And if I was the author, then I'd re-write this play Go back to the beginning so it didn't end like this My God, oh My God, oh Wrap it up in plastic, tell yourself it's still a sin Secure it with elastic, tugging on your heartstrings I don't know why I live Must be out of some kinda fear Or I would be long gone Yes, I would be long gone And if I was the sculptor, I'd sculpt you out of clay And if I was the author, then I'd re-write this play Go back to the beginning so it didn't end like this My God, oh My God, oh One by one, the moments come, they always lead to this When everything is said and done, I'm just a catalyst For me, of your eternity My God, oh My God, oh